"Does that feel good to mommy's favourite boy? Hmmmm?" Oh, shit!" Tony's face contorted into a lewd grimace as his mother jacked his cock faster and f...ster, making prick juice drool out of the puffy cock crown. "Put it in your mouth, Mom! I can't stand it anymore! I've had a hard-on all day!"Smiling triumphantly, Angela opened her mouth wide and stuffed her son's meaty cock shaft down her throat. The prick knob brushed past her tonsils, nearly making her gag. But Angela took quick panting. Talk about living in a goldfish bowl! There's more. Silvia's people are adding a new dimension to Council's monitoring of Paxlyn Domain's most junior citizens: "mind reading" is too crude a description but works."Nolan intellectualizes people and things and his own feelings in order to keep from being overwhelmed," Garma, my mind science teacher and one of Silvia's people, was explaining to Mother Regina at breakfast. We were having something called crepes. I learned about food as a means to. I could see the strain in her face, but I could also see a grin behind the strain. I was happy enough at her progress to cry, and I did. Emily did, too.We'd been up late the night before and the movie we watched had turned us on, so I decided to stay over at her house. We got a little loud when Emily was on top of me and telling me in very specific terms what she wanted me to do to her and exactly how she wanted it done, and I was doing my best to give her what she was asking for. To top it off. I thought about all the reasons to get the check and leave. Then a strange phenomenon took over. The phenomenon that God gave man a brain and a penis, but only enough blood to operate one at a time. I looked into Sherrie’s eyes, I looked lower and saw how her breasts tented the red vest of her usher uniform. My mind conjured an image of my head between her thighs, and I imagined that I could smell and taste her arousal. My cock created its own tent in my pants and robbed my brain of its blood.